Sitting here as memories flood my mind.
Trying so hard not to cry.
As I say goodbye,
To a piece of my grandfather.
That stupid green truck that lived in the jungle of my backyard is gone.
A huge piece of him that was a memorial to a man I loved.
It sat there for eight years after its owner left.
A piece of him I don’t regret.
Now all that is left is a hole,
Where it used to be.
And it stirs up the memories,
Of a man who meant so much to me.